Bipolarwanderings

I wonder why more people don’t take the time to figure out who they truly are. Don’t wonder, underneath the skin and brain and ego, what they would become without it? I don’t wonder. I know. I would be Love

I would be Love. In its purest form; without the anxiety and depression, hatred and self-loathing, OCD and clinical diagnoses – I would be Love. We would all, be – Love

We wear these masks and pretend to be separate, pretend that we are alone in our journeys of self-acceptance, self-love, and self-actualization. 

We aren’t 

We are one being, one consciousness, one Heart that unites us and only divides us when we are in fear. Fear of what?

Fear or aloneness, separation, anxiety and depression, fear of existential thinking and suicidal ideation. Fear…of….death that divides us and rips us from this life. Fear of death that promises a new beginning for those brave enough to endure it. Fear of life for those brave enough to accept that this is the life to live the life of their dreams. Their dizziest, dazzling day dreams. This life. This life here and now, only swallowed by few who face their fear of separation, fear of aloneness and anxiety and fear of death. Because on the other end of fear of death is a new beginning. Is loving, myself, first. Is fearLESSness. You can do it loved ones. Face, that, fear 💙

And choose life. (This is not a blog post by any means advocating for death by suicide. It is meant to encourage readers to face their fear of death and truly live.). ☺️